Whenever I expect the worst,
My blessings well up fit to burst;
But when I’m unsuspecting, find
The worst- -a day or so behind.
by Ray Romine Monday, December 18, 1950
Selections from Trella Romine's library at Terradise Nature Center
Ray Romine Poems
Whenever I expect the worst,
My blessings well up fit to burst;
But when I’m unsuspecting, find
The worst- -a day or so behind.
by Ray Romine Monday, December 18, 1950
Along this path, all history
Has moved , sometimes spasmodically,
A restless, seeking caravan
Of life that fills the timeless span
From the earliest conscious slime to me.
But Adam, sprinting, quite outran
His cousin, the orang-utan,
And now disowns his kin that flee
Along this path.
We each hang on his family tree
What shows us advantageously:
I skip the horsethieves in my clan,
But own that animals and man
Are one, AS FAR AS I CAN SEE
Along this path!
by Ray Romine Friday, December 15, 1944
It Is such a time-worn hollow phrase
Expressed so many hackneyed ways;
And yet I am surprised how trite it
Comes out when I try to write it!
by Ray Romine Sunday, December 7, 1952
Hobbies are a thing with which
Teen-age girls take no chances.
Forgoing stamps, the little vamps
Collect admiring glancesl
by Ray Romine Wednesday, September 19, 1951
October’s few leaves are as bright as the hopes
I possessed but a few days ago,
But that rare mood today is as bleak as the slope
That will shortly be covered with snow.
Yet, the blackest of hills and the barest of trees
But relax for the future’s full swing;
So my darling forgive me if, down on my knees
I pray for Love’s recurring spring.
by Ray Romine Sunday, February 18, 1951
They argue over who shall wipe
And who shall wash. I light my pipe;
I sit back in my easy chair,
Contented and relaxful there,
And have the paper half read through
When comes the emissary to
Announce what he had half expected:
Father dear has been elected.
by Ray Romine Friday, October 5, 1951
You who shout “Hoarder “,
Cease your bleating:
Sufficient to purse
Is each day’s eating!
by Ray Romine Wednesday, July 26, 1950
The children are too quiet-
Beware the thunderclap!
The lull before the riot–
I am about to nap.
by Ray Romine Thursday, August 17, 1950
Lack of roadmaps, water, peace and beanery–
Excess traffic, sun, advice, and scenery.
by Ray Romine Sunday, August 20, 1950
Heated, worried people
Trying to forget
Mankind, as a product
Isn’t finished yet.
They kill their time and money,
Boredom underscored;
I observe their foibles
So I won’t be bored!
by Ray Romine Monday, July 12, 1948